Saving a bird, losing a bird very early on Saturday morning.
Less than five minutes after the cats were let out, Dotty returned with a feathered friend between her teeth.
Anna was able to rescue the bird and find a safe place.
Actually – no place is safe from Dotty.
Park Run was on our minds – or to be more specific, making the 9am race start time.
Just as we were leaving Dotty was halfway through tucking into her breakfast treat of bird #2.
It was a muggy morning for Park Run in Castle Park.
Anna thought that it would be a good idea to take some tomato plants and leave them out in the Sunny Colch sun.
They were for a friend.
There was a change of route for the Saturday morning run. The Colchester Medieval and Oyster Fayre was being set up in Lower Castle Park.
This led to a disjointed run with some tight footpaths to negotiate.
It also led to a very average official race time of 22’36” – more than a minute off my PB.
LibDem Peter took what looked like a nasty fall before the first bend.
To my surprise he was soon back on his feet, and then overtaking me before the first turnaround.
We took the opportunity of catching the Solo film whilst in town – at 10am in Screen 7 of the Colchester Odeon.
VERY #OddJase etc.
The trailers and ads included an Essex CC t20Blast plug. J-Roy and The Oval briefly featured.
I had a Pavlovian outburst of:
“C’MON THE ‘RREY!!!!”
I’m just pleased that Peter Shilton didn’t appear…
I bloody LOVED Solo.
It was everything that Saturday morning cinema should be: action, a plot that I could follow and romance.
No spoilers, etc, but the human / droid love plot was very tearful.
We walked out into the midday Sunny Colch sun, and headed straight on a charity shop run.
I did well with a cycling jacket for when it turns a little chilly out there once again.
Primarni was up next.
The pair of jeans that I bought last month were such an ACE fit that I bought an identical second pair.
Suits you, Sir.
We stopped off at the gym for a little light weights, and then a swim.
I couldn’t find my rhythm in the pool.
I count the lengths, and not the strokes per length.
But you know when you are either short or a little over-stretched with your expected touchdown stroke.
It was a GORGEOUS ride back along The Trail with a stunning high tide.
I had to be back at base for a 5pm work shift. These lasted all the way through until 11pm.
We’ve got a Surrey away day once agin in the morning.